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Puff.

A mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out. Zheng Chu was already suppressing it with all his might, but after hearing Zuo Feng's words, his throat felt itchy and sweet as he finally spat out the blood he had been suppressing for a long time.

"You, you, how could you say such words?!" Whether it was a demonic beast or a member of the Ice Plains, they were all from other races